They call me hawk-eye,
All the fellas call me hawk-eye.
'cause i never miss a trick.

I can spot a pretty chick a mile away,
One look and i can tell
Just how her lips are gonna taste,

I know within a fraction what she measures in the waist,
I know what's going on behind that twinkle in her eye,
And that's why they call me hawk-eye.


I keep my eyes wide open
And my gas buggy ready to ride,

And nearly every evening
There's a pretty kitten sittin' by my side;


They call me hawk-eye;
It's the hawk that gets the highest flying chicken every time,
Even though a wolf has chased her up a tree,

Well i can spot a doll
And have her cuddled in my arms
Before the average wolf begins to howl about her charms,

I've got her kissed before he even had a chance to try,
And that is why
They call me hawk-eye.